Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 84

Miranda chuckled and introduced herself, "Miranda."

"Calling you by your name feels too formal. I'll just call you Mira from now on. Don't forget to show me your rifle skills next time."

Jasper was the kind of guy who made friends easily; his charm was infectious even after a few words.

Miranda just smiled, not committing to anything.

Jasper seemed like he had more to say, but he caught a look from Sebastian and wisely zipped it. Still, it was clear Jasper was quite taken with Miranda. He was trying to communicate with her using all sorts of facial expressions.

Miranda's smile deepened in response.

"This is my friend, a bit of a free spirit. Don't mind him," Sebastian said, his gaze lingering on Miranda with a gentle intensity, thanks to the glasses he wore which softened his stare, not causing any discomfort to others.

He was the quintessential refined handsome guy with gold-rimmed glasses - a classic look that could easily be mistaken for something more sinister, but Miranda wasn't concerned about that.

"Not at all," Miranda replied casually.

She didn't know Jasper well enough to be bothered by him.

Just then, the manager of the shooting range approached them, visibly excited as he looked at Miranda.

"You're Ms. Hawk from the Lancaster family, aren't you?"

Momentarily taken aback by the title, Miranda nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

The manager eagerly shook her hand. "Ms. Hawk, could you visit us more often? I'd be thrilled to set you up with a free VIP membership! Just drop by whenever you like!"

The manager was over the moon. The range didn’t fear having too many novices, only too few experts.

If Miranda graced their club with her presence now and then, it could put them on the map, nationally and even globally.

Having watched her shoot earlier, he was blown away. In all his years, he hadn’t seen such a talented female shooter. In fact, only Mr. Everhart and one other could rival her skills in the entire club.

"Thank you, Ms. Hawk! You're officially a VIP at our club," the manager said, his face beaming with joy.

He then quickly turned to greet Sebastian, smiling ingratiating, "Mr. Everhart," and then nodded at Jasper. "Mr. Vane."

Both men nodded back, signaling everything was fine.

With that, the manager wisely excused himself, after exchanging a few more pleasantries with the Lancasters before leaving.